Title: The Lucky Ones
Characters: James "Bucky" Barnes & Loki aka Lucky
Captain America/Thor crossover, though it takes place during the Captain America timeline, so before the events in Thor. We'll get to those at some point.
Rated M for later slash
A/N - Long time reader, first time writer. I don't own the characters. Tiny lemon in this one!
-The Lucky Ones- Chapter 3
A gentle hand on his shoulder pulled Loki from his slumber. He immediately sat up and looked over to James, who was still sleeping. Realizing what had woken him, Loki glanced up and saw Thor looking down at him with concern. The younger god stood and gestured for Thor to follow him out into the hall.
"Brother..." Loki said, guardedly.
"What is going on, Loki? Who is that man? He is from Midgard, how did he get here? Did you bring him?" Thor peppered him with questions. Loki held up a hand for Thor to give him a chance to answer.
"I learned a spell that allowed me to travel to Midgard on my own, without using the bifrost," Loki began. He respected Thor enough not to try to lie to him, though he would not tell him every detail. "While there I witnessed this man fall to his death, only he did not die. He was injured, and there was no help for him there, so I brought him back here."
The blond god looked furious and Loki was glad Thor was not currently carrying his hammer, Mjolnir.
"You used magic to travel to Earth? Loki, that is madness! You could have killed yourself! Does father know?"
"Yes, brother," Loki rolled his eyes, "I've already been forbidden to do it again."
"And the human? What did father say about him? Why, in all the realms, would you bring a mortal here? To save him? Since when do you care about the lives of humans?"
"He is to be sent back to Midgard as soon as he is well enough." Loki said through gritted teeth. "And I brought him here because I did not know what else to do. It seemed a shame to just leave him to die. I admit I am curious how he survived the fall in the first place."
"You have never deemed the human race as worthy of your curiosity before," Thor said. He knew his brother well enough to be skeptical. Loki was always hiding something.
Annoyed at being called out, Loki brushed past his brother and walked a few steps away, keeping his back to Thor.
"I only wish to know what happened. As soon as James has explained, he will be gone." Loki stated.
"James?" Thor asked.
"His name was written on these," Loki pulled the small metal necklace out of his pocket and handed it to Thor.
"I see," Thor looked over the tags and then to his brother. "What are you not telling me, Loki?"
Before Loki could react, the door to the healing room opened and one of the nursemaids stepped out. She gave a quick bow.
"My princes, the human is waking up." she stated, and stepped aside as the two brothers went through the door.
-oooooooooooo-
Consciousness flitted back to Bucky very slowly, teasing him by coming just close enough for him to grab hold, but then darting away before he could. Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, he was able to open his eyes. He tried to focus, but dizziness took over and he closed his eyes again. He struggled to remember what had happened, how he came to be in this state, but the memories eluded him. He felt gentle hands pulling his shoulder, lifting him into a sitting position. Slowly he opened his eyes and saw a woman smiling down at him.
"Are you feeling well enough to sit?" she asked in a kind voice, arranging the pillows behind his back..
Bucky nodded. The dizziness was fading, and he looked around the room now that he could see. The walls looked like they were made of gold, the floor of shiny black stone. It did not look like any room he had ever been in. In addition to the woman, there was a large blond man, dressed in some pretty strange clothing. It looked like leather armor, like a costume. He stared down at Bucky with concern.
"Where am I?" Bucky asked the blond man, in a raspy voice.
"You are in Asgard, mortal." The answer came in a slight accent. "I am Thor, you may know me as the God of Thunder."
Bucky raised his eyebrows at this. What the hell was going on? Was he dead? Dreaming? Hallucinating? "Asgard? The God of Thunder? You've got to be kidding me."
"I do not jest." Thor sneered. "I speak the truth. You dare doubt me, human? I am a Prince of Asgard!"
Bucky recoiled slightly as the tall figure towered over him in anger. Just then another man, just as tall, but thinner and dark haired, stepped forward from seemingly nowhere and placed a hand on Thor's arm.
"Thor, you need to calm down. There's is no need to get upset," the man said quietly. "I am sure this all seems rather unbelievable to James."
The black haired man looked down at Bucky finally, and Bucky's breath caught in his throat. Those green eyes. He had seen them before, but where? He held the man's gaze for several moments before the other man turned away.
"Come Thor, we should go to dinner. We will be missed if we are not there. And I am sure James needs to rest."
"Wait," James said. "Who are you? I've seen you before."
"My name is Loki. I found you after you fell and brought you here."
"I fell..." Bucky whispered, trying to grasp the fleeting memories. He gasped as everything came flooding back. Hydra, Red Skull, the train, Steve. Steve! He had to get back to his friend, they must be so worried! He swung his legs over and tried to stand up. It was too much too soon though, and wooziness made him sit back down. The nurse rushed to his side.
"You must not try to stand yet," she chided, softly, urging Bucky to lay back down. "You have recovered from grave injuries and your body needs more time to heal."
Bucky allowed himself to be repositioned back in the bed. He laid back and waited for his head to clear.
"My princes, you should go. The patient needs his rest and you need to attend supper. I will send for you later, when he is feeling better." Bucky looked over as the nurse politely ushered the men to the door. The green eyed man - Loki - looked back once more and met Bucky's eyes for a moment. His expression was unreadable, but that short moment of eye contact was enough that Bucky wanted to call out to him and beg him to stay. He swallowed the feeling, not understanding it and afraid to act on it. The two men left, and Bucky was left alone with the nurses once more.
"Where am I really?" Bucky asked the woman who had returned to adjust his covers. "What sort of hospital is this?"
"You are indeed in Asgard. Thor was speaking the truth." she answered. "You are in the palace healing room."
"And he is really the "God of Thunder"?"
The nurse chuckled at this. "I do believe that is what your people call him."
"And Loki? Is he a god too?"
"Aye. Loki and Thor are brothers, sons of the king, Odin the All Father. As I know it, Loki is known in your realm as the God of Mischief."
"Mischief, huh?" Bucky grinned.
"The title does suit him," the woman's eyes gleamed with amusement.
"And what is your name?" Bucky was suddenly feeling sleepy again and he laid his head back on the pillow.
"I am called Ingrid," She smiled down at Bucky. "You should rest now, James. There is plenty of time for questions after you have recovered more"
Bucky yawned. "Hey, call me Bucky. Only my parents call me James." He closed his eyes and everything faded.
-oooooooooooo-
Loki was quiet as he and Thor made their way to the dining hall. Thor had tried to ask him questions, but Loki pointedly ignored them. Finally, Thor gave up and they both walked in silence. Loki remained silent through the meal, lost in his thoughts of James and eager to return to the healing room - without his brother's company this time. He finished eating quickly, begged his excuse, and exited the dining hall before anyone could stop him. Not wanting to reveal just how desperate he was to see James again, he returned to his own rooms. Loki wasn't tired at all. He again felt like he was full of restless energy. The desire to talk to James burned inside him, but he wanted to wait a while. He took a book of spells off his desk and sat down on the edge of his bed. He had read this one countless times before, and it did not help much to distract him from his thoughts.
Oh, how he had resented Thor's presence in the healing room when James had awoken. That was certainly not how Loki had imagined their first meeting to go. When Thor entered the chamber first, Loki had hesitated. He did not want the dizziness he had felt the last time he'd seen James to hit him while Thor was in the room. Fearing the worst, Loki stayed behind his brother, wishing he could use his magic to make Thor vanish. Well, he could make Thor vanish, but he would just reappear somewhere else and then he'd return to demand an explanation. That would be troublesome.
Watching the interaction between his brother and James had put Loki on edge. Thor and his temper! Those two were never far apart, Loki mused. But when James had looked at him, Loki tensed, waiting for the world to turn on end. Though the eye contact left him breathless, he was able to maintain control easily enough. It was hard to look away, but Loki did after a few moments. He really wanted to leave, this was all wrong. Then James spoke to him. Loki answered him smoothly, but inside he was in turmoil. He watched in dismay as James struggled to get up, wanting to rush to his side and comfort him. Loki had actually clenched his hands together to stop himself from wrapping his arms around James, so strong was his desire.
Was this love? Loki wondered, abandoning his book and stretching out on his bed. He was so very unfamiliar with that concept, having never felt anything like it before. There had been a few maidens who had tried to capture his attention in the recent years, but not one was successful. None had stirred the coldness he usually felt in his heart - until now. Staring up at the shining golden ceiling, Loki imagined what it would be like to hold James in his arms, like he had seen so many other couples on Asgard doing. To kiss James as he had seen Thor kissing countless maidens. Oh yes, he thought, this was a pleasant fantasy. A warmth ran through Loki's body, settling in his groin. Lazily, he trailed his hands up and down his stomach, inching lower as his thoughts ran wild in his head. His penis throbbed, and Loki loosened the laces of his trousers, gripping himself firmly. A soft moan escaped his lips as his hand moved up and down his length. He threw his other arm over his eyes, feeling a bit shameful but too caught up in the moment to care. Picturing James' face, his eyes, his lips, imagining James' body against his own, Loki knew this wouldn't take long. Breathing hard, stroking fast, Loki came in hot spurts across his stomach.
Loki laid still for a while, waiting for his heart to stop pounding and his breathing to return to normal. When it did, he got up and went into his washroom to clean himself up. Once done, he returned to his bed and flopped down, burying his face in his pillow. He knew he was in big trouble. The god was no stranger to pleasuring himself, but this was the first time he had done it while thinking of a specific person. The fact it was another male was not an issue, no one on Asgard cared much about gender preference, and Loki had suspected his for a while now. But James was a mortal, and a complete stranger. And set to return home in a few days time, never to be seen again, Loki's brain cruelly reminded him. He groaned into the pillow.
After a while, Loki heard voices out in the hall. Thor and his friends were returning from supper, talking loudly, laughing, and carrying on. Loki rolled his eyes and glared at the door. Finally the loudness faded as they walked on. The god was pleased at the silence, but it did not last long before a knock sounded at his door. Growling under his breath, Loki got up and walked to the door.
"Go away" Loki said to the door, refusing to open it.
"Brother, I wish to speak with you," Thor's muffled voice came through. He must have stayed behind after Sif and the others left.
"Well, I do not wish to speak, so leave me be."
"Brother..." Thor began, but said nothing more. Loki waited until he heard footsteps moving away. Suddenly Loki remembered something, and he rushed out into the hall.
"Thor, wait" he called out. Thor stopped and turned to face Loki with a questioning look.
"I still do not wish to talk, but I would like the necklace. The metal plates that belong to James." Loki held his hand out, but Thor just looked at him.
"Please, brother" Loki huffed impatiently.
"What is this human to you, Loki?" Thor narrowed his eyes, studying his little brother.
Curse Thor for choosing now to become curious, Loki thought. He had never had trouble pulling the wool over his brother's eyes before. Thor was not unintelligent, but he rarely thought too far below the surface. Frustrated, Loki sighed.
"I...I don't know," he admitted.
Thor removed the chain from his pocket. He grasped Loki's hand after pressing the necklace into it.
"I want you to be careful, brother," Thor said, meeting Loki's eyes. "You do not know this mortal. I can see you care for him, though I do not understand why."
Loki nodded, but said nothing. Thor clasped his hand on the back of Loki's neck, an affectionate gesture he did often. He gave Loki a grin, then turned and continued on to his own room.
Loki placed the chain into his pocket and returned to his chamber, closing the door behind him. He waited another few minutes, and then used his magic to transport himself silently and secretly to the hall outside the healing room. He glanced around quickly to make sure he was not being observed, took a deep breath, and entered the room.
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